I had always said that if you were to die, there would be a double casket but little did I know that you'd have time to get your side ready because you should know way ahead of time that our casket is going to be here soon. I hoped that you would go to the grave with me but all im taking is our memories. The memories are the most alive thing about me. Because the rest of me will be in the casket after I put a bullet through my brain or a razor across my wrist. You promised we'd never end up like this. You promised we'd always be friends, but where are you when I need a friend? Are you worried about my well-being? Because being well without you, my dear, well, that's impossible. I had always taken separation so easy until I got separated from the only person I had come to love, but was it love? I loved you, but I can't be so sure you loved me. Loved. See, you loved me at one point but you loved others, too. That's the time I started to fall apart. I seen what you said to other people and ****, I lost it. Loved. You would put your arms around me and I could've swore I would never be more at home than I was when I was in your arms. Home. Home was the only place I felt comfortable the only place I could go to get away, and let me tell you, at the end of every day, you were home. Every day. Every day I would plan the future that I seen with you. With you. All I ever wanted was to be with you.

The memory of you haunts me
and I give in
because it feels so good
to go back
and feel a shadow of what we felt.
So I sink in
and relive it
like a movie
distorted
unreal
because it's better than the truth.
You're really gone.

“The way she speaks,
  The way she sings,
  The way she reacts,
  The way I broke her heart,
  I never heard from her again,
  I never had any idea I’d regret it from then.”

“Cuz the night you confessed to me,
  The butterflies in my stomach enjoyed the glee,
  And tonight, under the supervision of dim lit stars and a maple tree,
  I keep asking myself, “Why did you leave me?”

“As the music goes all Ariana,
  And the Manhattan crowd goes all Cyrus,
  My eyes just stick to my Cinderella,
  As she amazingly sways her hips to his Cruise.”

“Everything about you is chaos,
  The kind of chaos that is unsettling,
  The kind of chaos that is atrocious,
  The kind of chaos I got addicted to,
  The kind of chaos that is absolutely beautiful.”

“It’s kinda messed up, isn’t it?

The person whom your world once revolved around,
You talked to almost all day long,
You had sweet late night messages with,
You spent time just doing ‘no nothing’ with,

How all of a sudden,
That person just woke up and decided to—
…never talk to you again.

No reason. No explanation. No words said.

Just left you hanging like you never meant **** to them.

What hurts most is how they made it look so easy.”